My phone chimed in my pocket, an incoming text message. “Get down here, now.” I only wasted a second staring at the message. I looked up at my group of friends. “Hey guys, I’m sorry but I need to take off.”
“What? The movie has like 30 more minutes.” one of them said.
“I know, but something came up, and I need to get to work as soon as possible. I’m sorry but I have to go.” I did feel bad leaving them but this was important. I rushed out to my car in the parking lot of my friend's apartment building, as I drove I began tearing my clothes off. I wanted to be dressed properly in my short shorts and tight pink tee shirt when I got to the Adult Bookstore.
When I got there I rushed inside and paid the fee to go to the back where the booths are, I practically ran to booth 15 and went inside. Sitting in the big recliner was Andre, with a big smile on his face, “22 minutes faggot, not bad but you had better improve it next time.”
“Yes Sir, I promise I will,” I said as I dropped to my hands and knees and began kissing his shoes.
“I got shit to do tonight, get up here and get this cum faggot,” reaching down to grab a handful of my hair. Before I could respond he yanked me up roughly to put my face right in front of his big black cock. Nearing semi-hard his beautiful cock was 8 inches. I took a deep breath and held it in while I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Immediately his cock was in the back of my mouth trying to push its way down my throat. I did my best to help his throat fuck me. I pushed my head down on his hardening cock with reckless lust. I needed his big black cock. I needed it to choke me until I almost pass out. It hurts stretching my throat so roughly. I need it to hurt, knowing how good my tight throat felt on his cock. I loved being able to show my complete devotion to him in any way he liked, no matter how extreme.
My brain was screaming, and the pressure behind my eyeballs was intense. They felt like they would burst. The urge to gag was overwhelming, my throat felt like it would split right open. My lungs fought desperately for the breath they needed. But when he took his hands off my head and said “Show me what's more important, breathing or getting that nut.” I forced my head down with all my will. The pressure in my head doubled. I think I only took ten breaths in fifteen minutes. My vision was dimming a bit. But I could feel his cock starting to pulse so I shoved down even harder fucking his massive black cock with my throat, up and down up and down. My throat was convulsing, begging for relief. That sent him over the edge, he began to shoot thick ropes of cum down my throat. The lack of oxygen was making it hard to think, so the only thought I had room for was how proud I was that I had helped him cum, then things went black for a few seconds. I came back to consciousness, with Andre slapping my face. “As I said, I got shit to do tonight. But I don’t want you going home trying to have some normal life. You stay here and take care of business, if it gets slow in the booths get your faggot ass in the theater, I want you busy tonight, understand?”
“Yes Sir. I will work hard for you tonight.” I was so happy he had given me my purpose for tonight. I promised myself right then and there that tonight I would be on my filthiest most depraved behavior to honor this superior black man. I watched as Andre stood up zipped his pants up and walked out.
I was alone in the booth, but not for long. This was Andre's porn shop and was known as the spot for Black men to find white faggots and sissies to fuck and brutalize. In the first five hours of my night, I helped eight more black men cum with my face cunt. Just as Andre had thought the booths slowed down around midnight, I gathered myself together and went off to check the theater.
The second I went through the door I knew it would be a long wonderful night of abuse. As I walked down the short dark hallway, I could hear what sounded like twenty or more black guys. Without even seeing them I could tell they were *****. As I rounded the corner into the large open theater I could see I had underestimated things. There were at least thirty maybe more black guys, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, this was going to be fun.
There were three other white bitches in the theater already. One, a sissy was on the dark fake leather couch surrounded by eight Black Men. The sissy was being spit roasted, with a Big Black Cock in each hand. As I walked by I saw that the sissy was a friend of mine, Trix. I moved passed without saying anything since she was busy with more important things. The other two were faggots. One knelt in the corner with ten Black Men surrounding him. His name was Toilet and true to form he was currently gulping down piss from one of the Black Men. As soon as the Black Man was done they all went back to their game. Five bucks to spit at Toilet, first to land in his mouth wins the pot. I had never seen the other faggot before. He was loosely surrounded by the rest of the Black Men, and doing his best to keep them all happy. I decided I better go over and get on my knees to help out the new white bitch. As I approached the group a Black Man I knew, Frank, turned to me and asked about Andre. I told him that Andre had been here a little bit but had to leave pretty quickly. Frank asked me how my balls felt, guessing correctly that Andre hadn’t had time to “Tune me Up” as they called it. I admitted to him that Andre hadn’t tuned me up and unfortunately, my balls did not currently hurt. As I spoke I spread my legs knowing Frank would help me out. Frank didn’t waste time asking if I was ready he just slammed his knee into my balls and smiled, I managed to blurt out a Thank You through my Yelp. I looked up at him with desperate pleading in my eyes. My wishes were answered with three more knees to my white faggot balls, I got a bonus when another Black Man who I didn’t know came over and asked Frank If he could kick my balls too. Frank looked at me with an unspoken command and I dutifully began begging this stranger to hurt my balls, he did a great job. Two quick kicks to my balls, then he caught me as I began to fall and slammed his knee into my nuts over and over again until I nearly passed out. As the man let go of me I fell hard to the ground in my painful bliss, I noticed that several Black Men were now watching, so I made sure to thank The Black Man for hurting me, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The group started closing in, I didn’t know if they were gonna kick my balls some more or if they were ready to use my throat. I got to my knees, spreading them and opening my mouth so they could choose. I took four more kicks to the balls before I suddenly had a nine-inch cock in the back of my mouth. My throat began to spasm as the Big Black Dick forced its way in and got busy ****** my face. When the first cock shot its load into my stomach it was yanked out and immediately replaced by another. That’s how my night went, it was amazing, the men were all perfectly brutal. I don’t know exactly how long I was there or how many cocks I served but the sun was up when I stumbled out to my car. I knew I would be back again tonight, so I rushed home and went to sleep so that it would come sooner. I couldn’t wait to get back.
“What? The movie has like 30 more minutes.” one of them said.
“I know, but something came up, and I need to get to work as soon as possible. I’m sorry but I have to go.” I did feel bad leaving them but this was important. I rushed out to my car in the parking lot of my friend's apartment building, as I drove I began tearing my clothes off. I wanted to be dressed properly in my short shorts and tight pink tee shirt when I got to the Adult Bookstore.
When I got there I rushed inside and paid the fee to go to the back where the booths are, I practically ran to booth 15 and went inside. Sitting in the big recliner was Andre, with a big smile on his face, “22 minutes faggot, not bad but you had better improve it next time.”
“Yes Sir, I promise I will,” I said as I dropped to my hands and knees and began kissing his shoes.
“I got shit to do tonight, get up here and get this cum faggot,” reaching down to grab a handful of my hair. Before I could respond he yanked me up roughly to put my face right in front of his big black cock. Nearing semi-hard his beautiful cock was 8 inches. I took a deep breath and held it in while I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Immediately his cock was in the back of my mouth trying to push its way down my throat. I did my best to help his throat fuck me. I pushed my head down on his hardening cock with reckless lust. I needed his big black cock. I needed it to choke me until I almost pass out. It hurts stretching my throat so roughly. I need it to hurt, knowing how good my tight throat felt on his cock. I loved being able to show my complete devotion to him in any way he liked, no matter how extreme.
My brain was screaming, and the pressure behind my eyeballs was intense. They felt like they would burst. The urge to gag was overwhelming, my throat felt like it would split right open. My lungs fought desperately for the breath they needed. But when he took his hands off my head and said “Show me what's more important, breathing or getting that nut.” I forced my head down with all my will. The pressure in my head doubled. I think I only took ten breaths in fifteen minutes. My vision was dimming a bit. But I could feel his cock starting to pulse so I shoved down even harder fucking his massive black cock with my throat, up and down up and down. My throat was convulsing, begging for relief. That sent him over the edge, he began to shoot thick ropes of cum down my throat. The lack of oxygen was making it hard to think, so the only thought I had room for was how proud I was that I had helped him cum, then things went black for a few seconds. I came back to consciousness, with Andre slapping my face. “As I said, I got shit to do tonight. But I don’t want you going home trying to have some normal life. You stay here and take care of business, if it gets slow in the booths get your faggot ass in the theater, I want you busy tonight, understand?”
“Yes Sir. I will work hard for you tonight.” I was so happy he had given me my purpose for tonight. I promised myself right then and there that tonight I would be on my filthiest most depraved behavior to honor this superior black man. I watched as Andre stood up zipped his pants up and walked out.
I was alone in the booth, but not for long. This was Andre's porn shop and was known as the spot for Black men to find white faggots and sissies to fuck and brutalize. In the first five hours of my night, I helped eight more black men cum with my face cunt. Just as Andre had thought the booths slowed down around midnight, I gathered myself together and went off to check the theater.
The second I went through the door I knew it would be a long wonderful night of abuse. As I walked down the short dark hallway, I could hear what sounded like twenty or more black guys. Without even seeing them I could tell they were *****. As I rounded the corner into the large open theater I could see I had underestimated things. There were at least thirty maybe more black guys, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, this was going to be fun.
There were three other white bitches in the theater already. One, a sissy was on the dark fake leather couch surrounded by eight Black Men. The sissy was being spit roasted, with a Big Black Cock in each hand. As I walked by I saw that the sissy was a friend of mine, Trix. I moved passed without saying anything since she was busy with more important things. The other two were faggots. One knelt in the corner with ten Black Men surrounding him. His name was Toilet and true to form he was currently gulping down piss from one of the Black Men. As soon as the Black Man was done they all went back to their game. Five bucks to spit at Toilet, first to land in his mouth wins the pot. I had never seen the other faggot before. He was loosely surrounded by the rest of the Black Men, and doing his best to keep them all happy. I decided I better go over and get on my knees to help out the new white bitch. As I approached the group a Black Man I knew, Frank, turned to me and asked about Andre. I told him that Andre had been here a little bit but had to leave pretty quickly. Frank asked me how my balls felt, guessing correctly that Andre hadn’t had time to “Tune me Up” as they called it. I admitted to him that Andre hadn’t tuned me up and unfortunately, my balls did not currently hurt. As I spoke I spread my legs knowing Frank would help me out. Frank didn’t waste time asking if I was ready he just slammed his knee into my balls and smiled, I managed to blurt out a Thank You through my Yelp. I looked up at him with desperate pleading in my eyes. My wishes were answered with three more knees to my white faggot balls, I got a bonus when another Black Man who I didn’t know came over and asked Frank If he could kick my balls too. Frank looked at me with an unspoken command and I dutifully began begging this stranger to hurt my balls, he did a great job. Two quick kicks to my balls, then he caught me as I began to fall and slammed his knee into my nuts over and over again until I nearly passed out. As the man let go of me I fell hard to the ground in my painful bliss, I noticed that several Black Men were now watching, so I made sure to thank The Black Man for hurting me, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The group started closing in, I didn’t know if they were gonna kick my balls some more or if they were ready to use my throat. I got to my knees, spreading them and opening my mouth so they could choose. I took four more kicks to the balls before I suddenly had a nine-inch cock in the back of my mouth. My throat began to spasm as the Big Black Dick forced its way in and got busy ****** my face. When the first cock shot its load into my stomach it was yanked out and immediately replaced by another. That’s how my night went, it was amazing, the men were all perfectly brutal. I don’t know exactly how long I was there or how many cocks I served but the sun was up when I stumbled out to my car. I knew I would be back again tonight, so I rushed home and went to sleep so that it would come sooner. I couldn’t wait to get back.
